Cool and misty light filters through the clouds Bringing a pastel stillness in its light. A backlit glory to the palms making them muted and calm. A sense of oneness with the light going ever so gently into the twilight. The calm prevadesin the remains of the day. Sink you ever so gently into the night. Oh palms of fading glory of night. Do not be stark and sharp, but muted and soft. Like the remains of the day with its misty twilight and calm stillness.
[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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